The Beach Entertainer

Miles of broken, sunbaked seashells, resembling pieces of porcelain of lesser value, lying across a populous beach subdued by misty blue, as hungry sea-gulls pounce the fiddler's crabs.. The beach entertainer draws huge crowds; singing funny songs and making comic skits by spicing up his unique modus operandi, and modestly mocking his modus vivendi... He has never made lots of money, but settles for dollar bills to earn their sympathy; dressed in tight and colorful ministrel's attire, he amuses the public with his monkey-shine... And he pulls out his fiddler and the crowds go wild, awakening, by its high-pitched sound, a dope fiend, who has built a temporary shack threatened by the blowing sand; He puts on his sunglasses and disappears in the groovy sunshine... The beach entertainer follows him, leaving everyone behind saying," Sorry, brother...I didn't mean to wake you up, the bum turns around taking off his lenses. and exclaims, " Music doesn't fill an empty and aching belly...and cheer up a feeble mind! " " Here's all I got...take it and get something to eat!" He says stretching his hands. Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci